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Chapter 1
A Dark forest is a place that no one should enter.
The Forbidden Forest is a gentle word for those who don't know the true horrors in there.
The forest is a very old place that holds many secrets and houses many creatures, some dark and dangerous, others friendly. The trees in the forest are considered ancient, they are dense and rough-looking from years of exposure to the elements.
But what many of those wizards and witches do not know is that some territories are not allowed.
Especially, Fenrir's cave where he is still in chains.
He watches on as he observes his pup's little hunting practices.
Olrun lay low as she slowly crawled to capture her prey. The prey is a small mouse that she has gotten cornered.
She glares as she readies herself to pounce on her prey.
She pounces and yelp on the ground.
Fenrir huffs in amusement knowing that she hurt herself. Olrun whimpers at the pain but bites her lips to prevent herself from making a loud cry.
He bends down and presses his snot on her head. Olrun's sad face turn instantly happy again. She hugs Fenrir's nose with little arms of hers.
"Now, now pup. You are young and will continue to grow to hunt your food." He presses her twice which signals it's time for a nap.
Olrun got up and went between his paws and places his head beside her.
"Would you like a song little one?" Fenrir said to her which she eagerly nodded her head. Olrun gets into a more comfortable position.
"THE sky is dark and the hills are white
As the storm-king speeds from the north to-night;
And this is the song the storm-king sings,
As over the world his cloak he flings:
"Sleep, sleep, little one, sleep";
He rustles his wings and gruffly sings:
"Sleep, little one, sleep."
On yonder mountain-side a vine
Clings at the foot of a mother pine;
The tree bends over the trembling thing,
And only the vine can hear her sing:
"Sleep, sleep, little one, sleep—
What shall you fear when I am here?
Sleep, little one, sleep."
The king may sing in his bitter flight,
The tree may croon to the vine to-night,
But the little snowflake at my breast
Liketh the song I sing the best—
Sleep, sleep, little one, sleep;
Weary thou art, a-next my heart
Sleep, little one, sleep."
"Faðir."
"Yes, pup?"
"Why can't I go outside?"
"The outside world is a dangerous place," Fenrir said. "full of horrible and selfish creatures. You must stay here in the forest where you are safe. Do you understand me?"
"Yes, papa."
Winter came to spring, summer and fall. Then the cycle repeated for years to come.
Olrun stayed in the forest or by the cave as her father instructed.
She grows stronger and faster as she carries his bloodline. Her abilities and attitude are much like a wolf in every way, but her appearance is quite a beauty that would no doubt make others lusted after her.
Many werewolves and sometimes centaurs wished to lay and have her, but she refused them all.
Yet Olrun maimed one werewolf who tried to force her and that leaves others to back off.
Olrun is training and preparing herself since her father is still bound in chains. No doubt she believes she needs to protect him from anyone who comes nears their cave.
That is what she swore.
Reviews are welcome. From Old Norse faðir ("father"),
This came from Poems of Childhood/Norse Lullaby.